Friday, February 11, 2011

Arrows in the air

The Arrow and the Song
~ Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

I shot an arrow into the air,
It fell to earth, I knew not where;
For, so swiftly it flew, the sight
Could not follow it in its flight.

I breathed a song into the air,
It feel to earth, I knew not where;
For who has sight so keen and strong,
That it can follow the flight of song?

Long, long afterward, in an oak
I found the arrow, still unbroke;
And the song, from beginning to end,
I found again in the heart of a friend.

Last day of the first week back at school.  Things are better on the teacher front.  The despondency has been replaced with resignation and acceptance, plus a modest concession that all might not be as bad as it seems.  You never know where the arrow might fall. 


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